The brilliant gold and jade shimmer with a peculiar luster, rare woods emit an ancient aura, and some unknown mysterious materials exude a faint yet unique spiritual power fluctuation.
...
Time flows like water, slipping away quietly. Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Deep within the secret chamber, spiritual qi swirls, and runes flicker.
A quasi-fourth rank puppet, standing over ten feet tall, mainly composed of ten-thousand-year black iron and purple gold essence soul, stands silently.
The puppet emits a powerful and ancient aura, such pressure that even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator would not be without awe.
Its metallic body glistens with a cold sheen in the dim light, runes circulate at the joints, as if infused with a vivid vitality.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, I did not fail you; I've finally managed to craft this quasi-fourth rank puppet."
Gu Yuntao's face shows fatigue, a trace of weariness in his eyes, yet he cannot hide his joy.
